Hello everyone. I know it's kind of been a while, well not really but you get what I'm getting at. : ) : ) Since I went camping for a week and ending up finishing four chapters, two for this story and two for my Kingdom Hearts one, which I already posted one, I think… Lol. Anyway, thank you all who took the time to read and review my story. : ) : ) I really appreciate it even though I do tend to say it a lot. Lol. Sorry for any spelling mistakes that I make in this chapter and all the other ones if I haven't apologized for that yet. Lol. : ) : ) Please enjoy this new chapter. : ) : )
A Fickle Storm
A loud crack of thunder was heard from outside the hut. The rain was pouring continuously through the storm. Sometimes the rain was like a monsoon and at others it was a drizzle. None of it mattered to neither Sesshoumaru nor I. As far as I was concerned, rain was better than just plain clouds that covered the sun. I still could not move from my place in the hut and was unable to do anything anyway so it didn't really matter. Sesshoumaru didn't seem to mind, though he would occasionally get up and stare outside. He wasn't in the mocking mood he had been in previous times and wasn't saying anything. 'I wondered if rain bothers him. Not that I really care… There has to be something on his mind for him to keep getting up and staring outside.' I thought as I stared as his back. With a small sigh, I looked at him with a small smirk. I had been up for a while since my sleep and I was feeling a little better about things.
"You know, staring at it won't make it go away. Trust me, I tried it on Hakudoushi all the time," I mocked with a smile.
"I do not wish for your ignorance," he replied calmly.
"Yeah well I wish I could get up and walk around. You don't see that happened, now do you?"
"Enough Fatomi," Sesshoumaru growled with warning.
'I think someone needs a nap. He's a little grumpy today. Maybe it's this stupid storm.' There was a loud crash of thunder outside and I closed my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore! I didn't mean to hurt him!"
Suddenly a picture of a boy lying on the ground with slash marks all over his body and blood all around him came to mind. Opening my eyes immediately, I felt my heart pounding.
'Who was that? Did I kill him?' The thought was rather scary. If it was I who killed that boy, did it mean that I had no right to be alive?
"There's something out there that shouldn't be. I'll return when I kill it," Sesshoumaru said as he went outside into the rain.
When Sesshoumaru was gone, I forced myself to get up. 'I need to find out if I killed that boy or not. I need to know otherwise that image will haunt me forever.' Walking unsteadily to the doorway, I took a few deep breaths before going outside. I may have been demon, but my body didn't seem to want to heal as fast as it should have. The rain was like a monsoon once again and the rain poured down in what looked like waves. My body was soaked before I could reach the trees and the water seeped into the cloth that was covering my wounds. As I walked slowly through the mud beneath the trees, my mind became more aware of the area.
"I'm sorry mother, I didn't mean to"
"Why didn't you stop when you had the chance? You killed your own…" a man's voice shouted.
"It wasn't her fault. Leave my daughter out of what happened!" my father growled.
"Do you not mourn your own son's death? Shouldn't you hate that child for killing her own brother?"
"Father, I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault!"
At that moment, everything froze and tears started to well up in my eyes. I had killed my own brother and didn't even realize it until now.
"It was my fault," I gasped, falling to my knees.
Everything hurt; my head, my wounds, and my heart.
"It was my fault," I whispered again, letting the tears fall down my face.
Suddenly the scene played through my head. Something jumped out of the bushes at me and clung to my back. I started to freak out and threw it off me. Without even realizing what it was, I attacked it with my claws, ripping the flesh from the body. When it was dead, I had realized that it was my younger brother and cried. Damn how I cried for what happened.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Shena, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you!" I bawled, falling forward onto my elbows.
'I don't deserve to be alive. I was the accident and they treated me like I belonged there. Shena was on purpose. He was my brother and I killed him with these claws!'
"Why are you apologizing to the ground?" Sesshoumaru asked from behind me.
'I don't deserve to be alive!' Tears fell from my eyes and I tried not to hold my sadness in my voice.
"Because I feel like it. Leave me alone," I replied, gripping the mud with my claws.
"You would defend the very person who killed your only son?"
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
Sesshoumaru walked over to me and then lifted me off the ground against my will. He looked at my tear filled eyes with his golden ones and his expression changed slightly.
"Once I bring you back to that hut, you will explain to me what makes you cry," he said as he carried me with my back on one arm and my legs on the other.
"You don't need to know. It doesn't concern you!" I cried, trying to squirm out of his arms.
'If he's just gunna make me his servant, then I might as well get him so mad that he'll kill me!'
"Enough foolishness Fatomi," Sesshoumaru growled with warning.
It didn't take long to reach the hut and I was placed back on the floor, soaking wet. My feet were covered with mud and so were my hands and knees.
"Now tell me what makes you cry like so," Sesshoumaru demanded.
"No! You have no reason to know!"
"I have every right to know what goes on in my personal servant's mind," he growled back.
"Eat me!" I growled, crying out of both frustration and sadness.
There was a loud slapping sound and pain stung my right cheek. Everything was frozen for a moment as I tried to think about what happened. Sesshoumaru had slapped me and was really surprised that he had even done so. He had never stricken a woman and didn't like the feeling it had given him.
"You hit me," I whispered with surprise.
"Fatomi," he whispered with what sounded like an apologetic tone.
I couldn't look him in the eye, couldn't even look up at him. 'When Naraku did that, it didn't hurt at all. I couldn't even feel it. Why does it hurt now?' Grabbing the fabric of my pants, I closed my eyes tightly with frustration to not let anymore tears fall.
"I guess I deserve it. I am worthless… stupid," I whispered, still trying to keep the sadness out of my voice.
I could feel the water that drenched my clothes and hair fall down my skin and I hated the fact that I could feel it. I could hear Sesshoumaru's feet move on the floor and I figured that he was walking away from me.
'I wan to die right now. I should have died instead of Shena!'
"Who's Shena?" Sesshoumaru asked me, kneeling down in front of me.
At the mention of his name, I started to cry again and fell forward. My head hit his chest and I cried into the already wet fabric.
"I… I killed him, and didn't even know who it was… I killed my own brother," I whispered, searching for the floor with my hands.
Sesshoumaru was surprised by my words and didn't really understand the sadness of the act. After all, he too had a younger brother only he wanted to kill him. Slowly, he wrapped both arms around my shaking body and pulled it close to him. Sesshoumaru could then smell blood in the hut at the action.
"Enough tears Fatomi. The scent of sadness does not suit you," he whispered, holding my body more protectively.
'What is he doing? Why is he hugging me like I belong here? Why is he even hugging me?'
"What does it matter? I have no place anymore."
"You do have a place and it's by my side, in my castle. I did not mean to strike you," Sesshoumaru said gently.
My tears didn't seem to want to fall anymore and my wounds suddenly became aware to me. At the pain I felt, I could not move and felt stupid for being like I was some child.
"Can you take me back to the other side of the hut now? I kind of can't move," I said nervously.
'That was really stupid. Why do these things always have to happen to me? I feel bad for killing Shena and always will but it's no reason for crying anymore. It won't make it better.'
"You will stay right here, with me on this day and night," Sesshoumaru replied calmly.
"Excuse me?" I asked with agitation.
He stood up and turned my around so that my back was against his chest. 'He seriously can't expect me to stay with him all day and night.'
"You are my personal servant and have to do anything that is told of you. Think of it as my way of apologizing for what I had done," he said with a small smirk.
Sesshoumaru grabbed the roll of cloth and sat in my spot with me in between his legs. 'That's just weird. How is this an apology? I don't mind his closeness though, which is kind of weird… Maybe it's because he said that my place was with him…' I felt the top of the wrecked hoari pulled down and then gave a small glare backwards. Sesshoumaru pushed my back forward and then ripped the bloody cloth from my shoulder.
"I could have done it myself tomorrow. You don't need to take care of someone worthless," I said quietly, feeling blood trickle down my back.
"Think what you will, but I will not have you covered with the scent of blood as well as sadness."
"Whatever," I whispered more to myself that anything.
'Sesshoumaru may not be the nicest person in the world, but he is the nicest one I have met since my parents died. Except that little girl at his castle, she was nice. What place would a girl like that have at his castle?' The thought was rather intriguing, but it didn't seem to matter.
Sesshoumaru wiped the blood away with the other cloth and then wrapped the wound rather gently. He was silent and so was I. I had to guess that there was something on his mind. The rain poured against the old hut that still seemed to be in good shape. None of the roof boards leaked in the main room and didn't seem to in the other room. There was a loud crash of thunder and my body tensed. It had been a while since I had actually heard a thunderstorm and it was a little different from what I remembered. 'The rain, this storm… it's all real. I can feel the cool rain water against my skin and every drop is like a long lost memory. There are so many days that I don't remember and maybe shouldn't remember.' There was a slight tug and I snapped out of thought. Sesshoumaru had tied a knot in the cloth to keep it in place.
"Is your side in pain?" he whispered with question.
I shook my head. I didn't feel like talking and only wanted to be the mute I once was.
"What is this?"
I was confused by his words and then he touched the skin on my left shoulder blade.
"A scar… Unnatural for a demon to receive a scar unless it is infused with a kind of poison," Sesshoumaru whispered as he gently rubbed his thumb over it to see if it had damaged my body.
Five years ago…
A black haired demon came to my hut in the forest and attacked my mother, killing her by ripping out her beating heart. I was afraid but my father stood in the way between the demon and me.
"Why are you here?" he growled at the demon.
"I am Naraku and have come to get to the pathway, the pathway whose guardian is you," the demon laughed as he looked at my father.
"Half demons are unable to cross that path, so how would you even try to get there without being killed?"
"Father," I whispered with worry.
"Get out of here Fatomi. I will not allow this bastard to kill you as well," my father growled protectively.
'I can't just leave. Mother is dead and I can't leave father to die as well.'
"A father protecting his offspring. How tragic it would be for that child to be killed or lose both of her parents. Would you like to be the one who decides that for her?" Naraku mocked.
That didn't seem to bother my father, but it bothered me. My anger rose and I ran at Naraku with my small claws ready to attack.
"Fatomi!" my father cried.
I lunged at Naraku and dug my claws into his stomach as I dug my baby fangs into the baboon cloak. 'I'll kill him first!' I thought hatefully, biting harder.
Naraku glared at me and then started to punch the back of my head angrily.
"Insolent wench," he growled, taking hold of the back of my shirt.
He pulled me off him and then threw me outside the hut before receiving a punch in the face from my father. My back collided with the ground outside which was mostly rocks and rolled across it a few times.
"All right, well that didn't work," I whispered, wiping the blood from my mouth.
'Now I get why mother always said not to bite things. Blood tastes really bad.' I thought with a small smirk. The wind blew gently and a familiar scent filled my nose. I looked in the direction of the wind and saw another demon, one wearing white with armor and a large fluffy thing. His long silver hair went with the wind.
"Fatomi," came my father's voice.
When he had my attention, Naraku killed him by breaking his neck and I watched with horror.
"Father!" I screamed, about to get up and run to him.
"You must know how to get to the pathway. This shall be for your vain attempt to kill me and then I'll take you back to my castle," Naraku laughed with evil pleasure.
He picked me up by the back of my shirt and then dug his own claws into my back. I screamed out in pain as he released his miasma into the fresh wound. 'I'll never breathe a word from this day on. I will never say another word as long as this mule lives!'
Present…
'I remember that stupid thing. I thought it went away, but I guess I was wrong.'
"It's nothing, just leave it alone," I whispered, looking at the left.
"Or is this another male's mark?" Sesshoumaru mused tauntingly.
"It's nothing!" I growled.
"Though, I believe that my mark suits your body well. It's right where everyone is able to see," he whispered into my ear.
I pulled up my dirty wrecked hoari and covered both the scar and Sesshoumaru's mark. 'I lived through each moment, isn't that enough? Why do I have to be reminded of it?' Sesshoumaru pulled my body back against his chest and took hold of both my wrists.
"What are you doing?" I asked with agitation.
My heart was pounding and there was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach at his closeness. Sesshoumaru's left hand slowly moved up my body from my stomach to the mark he had left on me. There was a blush on my face as he had gone over my chest.
"Let me go. Just let me go back to…"
"Have you not noticed Fatomi? This is your spot so you have no place to get away to," Sesshoumaru said as his fingers traced over his mark, my new scar.
'I didn't really notice. Why is he feeling the scar like it really has a purpose? All it does is bind me to serve him until he dies. I'll probably even end up serving him when he has his own mate… Now won't that just make me feel all the more happier.' Upon taking silence, I didn't realize that I leaned my head back against his chest.
"It's good to know that you now know who you belong to. Try running from me and I shall…" Sesshoumaru stopped at seeing that I was asleep.
He gazed down at my sleeping face with wonder. He had remembered this exact area, but not exactly what had taken place. Sesshoumaru let his hand fall into my lap and smirked slightly.
"Even if you don't run from me, I will take you Fatomi. Only I shall be the one to touch this young body," he whispered before leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes.
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Hakudoushi walked around the castle, know what Naraku was planning to do.
"First he'll send out the Sanyosho and Kagura. Once he finds Fatomi, he'll capture her himself and torture her until she opens the pathway," he whispered to himself.
The small boy was rather curious on the matter of why finding the pathway to a place worse than hell would be so important.
"I imagine that that world will only be as hateful as the hate in Fatomi's heart. The only one she could really hate would be Naraku for whatever hell he has given her," Hakudoushi whispered, coming up to an all too familiar doorway.
He had spent many hours of his day in that chamber, searching for that same pathway. He longed to know what was hidden behind the sorrow of the eyes he saw since never once were they filled with happiness. Opening the door, he found the chamber still empty and walked inside it. Hakudoushi's white light purple eyes looked around the emptiness and decided that he missed staring across the room at Naraku's prisoner.
"I shall find her as soon as that storm lets up. I will not be caught in the rainfall."
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The rest of the day and night had passed in total sleep. When the sun rose the next morning, I woke up and smiled slightly. The sun was up and the world was a little brighter. 'With every rain drop that falls, a memory passes by me and I lose the chance of that moment to remember. Only until the next rainfall will I be able to remember something else…' Two arms tightened around my body, one still holding onto my hands.
"As the sun rises, the moon falls," I whispered to myself.
"When the moon rises, the sun is the one to fall," Sesshoumaru said back as he noticed that my mood was a little different.
"I'm feeling better now, you can let me go," I grumbled.
"Why would I want to do that when you could serve many purposes with just being where you are?" he mocked back.
Just at those words, I jerked my hands away from him and surprisingly got to my feet. 'That's it, I'm leaving!' My wounds didn't hurt anymore and I could move around freely.
"So that is your soft spot," Sesshoumaru mused, "If I had known that doing so would make you move on your own then I would have said it sooner."
I felt insulted and rather dirty for him just saying it. 'What's the change in his attitude?'
"See father? I told you that someone had come back to the hut!" a boy's voice shouted which seemed to be around my age.
"I don't think that you were supposed to come out here, Ren," a man said with a laugh, not believing his son.
'Ren? Why do I know that name?' Looking at the doorway, I saw a boy pointing at my while looking at his father.
"Are you just passer-bys or do you plan on staying at that hut?" the man asked when he saw his son was right.
'I have no reason to answer these guys. I'm supposed to be mute and Sesshoumaru is the only one to hear me talk in five years.'
"Does this land belong to you?" Sesshoumaru asked as he got to his feet.
"No, but do you plan on staying here because the village will not permit anyone to live at this old place," the man replied.
'The village has no right to decide that!'
"What happened to the previous owners of this place?"
"They were all killed. The villagers say that it was the daughter who killed the parents. We all knew that she was the one who killed Shena, but by the time anyone got here, the parents were dead and the daughter gone," Ren explained coldly.
He looked to be about two years younger than me. He had short black hair with brown eyes. He was wearing a farmer's outfit that was brown pants and a blue shirt. 'I did not kill them! I would never have killed them!' Sesshoumaru looked at me at the mention of Shena and then waited for something.
"Have anything to say mute?" he asked coldly.
"Why would you ask a mute to talk?" the man asked.
"I was a mute at one point. What the hell d you know about the people who lived here? What gives you the right to blame the girl for something like that?" I growled at them.
"And you would know more about it now would you, you little wench?" Ren yelled back.
"Ren!" his father shouted.
"Are you siding with her father? She killed Shena, so why wouldn't that girl kill her parents?"
"Because they were nice people, so was Shena. He was hiding and jumped from behind… How was I supposed to know that it was him?" I started to cry at the thought.
"Fatomi," Sesshoumaru said almost gently.
"Naraku killed me parents, right in front of me and then had the guts to bring me back to his damn castle!"
"You… you're Shena's sister. You're the one who killed my best friend," Ren whispered with some surprise.
With that, the boy threw a rock at my head and then ran away into the forest.
Ren's father watched his son run towards Shena's grave and then shook his head.
"I apologize for Ren's rudeness. It's been seven years and he still hasn't gotten over the boy's death. I'll make sure to inform the villagers that someone names Naraku had killed your parents and not you," the man said kindly as he walked after his son.
Tears continued to fall down my face for remembering the day that my parents died by Naraku's hands. 'What would those humans know? They always have to assume the dumbest things ever!'
"Fatomi, I thought you were done with the tears," Sesshoumaru said as he wrapped both arms around my waist.
"I'm not crying. Only humans cry," I whispered, about to pull his arms off me.
"I guess that all that crying you did yesterday makes you a human," he mocked me as he leaned his head against mine.
"What would you know about it? I bet there isn't a day in your life that you've ever cried for anything. Any emotion that we feel makes us all part human, whether it be happiness, sadness, or love, they feel it too," I whispered, pulling his arms off me and walking to the door.
'If the subject is up now, then I might as well go visit my parents' grave if people decided to bury them.'
"Where are you going Fatomi?" Sesshoumaru asked.
"What does it matter? Maybe I'll get killed on the way there and it'll make your life easy too," I whispered, walking outside.
"Death does not come to those who desire it."
'I know.'
Walking into the forest, I looked around to see if they were buried anywhere nearby. 'They loved the Sakura trees when they were together. At least I can remember that.' Sesshoumaru followed behind me to make sure that it wasn't an attempt to run away.
"You don't have to follow me Sesshoumaru. It's not like I have anywhere to go anymore. That hut is the only home I have," I said quietly, not looking at him.
"That night, when Naraku killed your parents, what else did you see there? Where were they killed?"
"There was another demon that was standing there, watching as he killed my father. He just came to the hut, killed my mother and then my father after I attacked him," I explained, seeing the gravestones by the cherry trees.
"That other demon, do you not recognize him?"
"I can't see his face when I dream about it. Things have gotten weird since you found me," I whispered, running to the two gravestones.
"Mother and father of one son and daughter. Together we stand, divided we fall. At least in death, we're together." Is what was carved into the stones.
"They were always happy, even if the accident was the one to still be alive. Fate never did have a place for me, but they did," I laughed slightly.
"If you were not meant to be born, then they would not have kept you. One does not keep what they don't want," Sesshoumaru said calmly.
"I just don't get why they stuck up for me when I killed Shena. They both should have hated me."
Staring at both graves, I grabbed a stone and could only carve two simple words.
"Fate's Decision."
End of Chapter 4
Hello again! I really hope that you all enjoyed that chapter! I worked hard on it, I think… I hope that it wasn't weird or whatever towards Sesshoumaru's personality. I realized that I have a bad habit of making him not really Sesshoumaru. sweat drops Sorry if I did. Lol. : ) : ) I'm trying to make the chapters as long as I can lately so I hope that it was long enough for you all. : ) : ) Once again, I apologize for any spelling mistakes and what not that I made in this chapter. Please R&R and I'll try to update as soon as I can. : ) : )